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Post by Keith the Great on Jan 22, 2010 22:24:46 GMT -5
“S’a conspiracy,” Keith joked, glancing back to Tara. “See, you’er involved wiff all ‘a th’ times I w’s almos’ dead.”
He would have said more, only Roy had taken it upon himself to start to ‘help’. While it definitely made things a lot faster, Keith had been quite happy going on his own steam, and once Roy had set him off-balance, it was difficult steadying himself. First, Keith felt his feet slip out from underneath him. Then he had to take a moment or two to try and stand while being dragged across the mall. By the time he’d steadied himself, he’d been plopped onto an escalator step and jokingly held down.
“Still don’ get why you wan’ my hat so bad,” he grumbled as Kami practically tacked him to take it off. “I jus’ wear i’ so no’n thin’s m’ a zomb...” He trailed off for a moment after the hat came off. The blood that had been held in by the strong cloth ran down the side of his head, and the world in front of his eyes started to spin. Thinking he could offset this, he drunkenly leaned over to his left and rested his shoulder on the escalator’s railing.
He regained his focus just in time to hear the end of Tara’s little introductory speech. He blinked, not realizing what he was supposed to have gotten, but then decided he wasn’t that interested. Instead, he worked towards trying to stand back up, which involved staring at his feet and willing them to move. “M’ fine,” he insisted all the while, already trying to remove this memory from his mind so Ellis and Dave would never hear that he’d needed a couple teenagers’ help to make it through this.
Finally, he managed stagger onto his feet, grinning with pride like a child taking his first steps. Then he turned around and noticed the stairs, and his joy quickly faded. “Goddammit.”
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Post by Kameko Hoshi on Jan 22, 2010 22:42:06 GMT -5
“Keith! Let me help you before you kill yourself trying to walk up the stairs!” She narrowed her dark blue eyes as he turned to her. She raised a finger to stop him as he opened his mouth to protest. “Just to make myself clear, you’re hurt really bad even though you’re too hot-headed to admit that. I’m not leaving your side until I know for sure that you’re okay.” Truth be told the reason Kameko wouldn’t leave Keith alone was because she had taken a huge liking onto him from the moment she first saw him. Not the kind of liking where she was infatuated with him, just the liking about his character.
She turned to the others, ignoring Keith’s glare. “So where are we going?” she asked. “We can’t out in the open like this.” Getting off subject she added, “And Mason? Where’s my iPod?!”
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Post by Roy Bivenmeijer on Jan 22, 2010 22:46:40 GMT -5
"Jesus man, how do you still have your hair with all those burns?" The scars on Keiths face were soon to be complimented by many others, this one on his head only the first.
He hooked an arm around Keith's shoulder again and steadied him. "Try to get a feel fer walking again before you try to run up some stairs, 'right?" he looked around and spied what he was looking fore, finally. Someone got a cup or some shit? Let's get this guy some water." Water would steady him pretty quickly, and Roy could use a drink himself.
Looking to Kamiko, he laughed slightly. "What, Isn't it Kameko? Figured that's a bit long to shout in a fight, so I shortened it. Why, you like something else?" Trying hard not to offend her, as she looked relatively close to his age and, if Resident Evil : Extinction was anything to go by, SOMEONE would have to repopulate earth... and hell, she was better then Crazy fuckin' Tara.
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Post by Mason Breaker on Jan 22, 2010 23:01:24 GMT -5
Mason watched the disoriented Keith with great amusement, too hot-headed to stay outta trouble... Or know when to lie down and take help like a man.
And it ain't very tough to bleed out, mind you.
He also looked back to make sure the girl that had been pounched on by the Hunter was alright. She was being awfully quiet...
However, Kameko's insisting question was getting.... old. And she had only asked twice. Still, if it was her IPod, and she wanted it back this badly, then who was he to keep them apart?
Flashing an acknowledging nod and a small chuckle, he walked over to the young asian and held out her fixed music player.
"I have no idea how it survived that Horde, but it did. Plays just like it should, everything's intact, file-wise. Hope you don't mind the choice of casing; Black was all there was." He chuckled again. "And you're welcome."
"And Keith, quit whining lad. Just take it like a bloody' man already. There ain't any use dyin' for the sake o' pride."
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Post by Keith the Great on Jan 22, 2010 23:08:54 GMT -5
“I’ono.” Keith shrugged in reply to Roy’s question. “Though’d I was bald when I got oudda th’ hop-sital, bu’ Nex’ day El’ said it growed back.” Afterwards, he paused in reminiscence for a moment. “Y’know...M’hair was real sticky tha’ day.”
Setting that thought process aside for another time, Keith went ahead and attempted the first step. Far too determined to prove his team all wrong, he moved one foot, then the other, and managed to get both his clumsy feet onto the next step.
Beaming with triumph he turned back to them and laughed. “Ha!” he chortled, his voice a bit raspy. “Y’see! I can do i’ jus’ fine!” And with that, he went on his own merry way up the stairs, gripping the railing like his life depended on it (which it did, considering what a fall down the stairs would add to his condition).
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Post by Moro Ashford on Jan 23, 2010 0:26:16 GMT -5
Moro was quiet for a few minutes, listening faintly to her own shallow breathing. Her arms had fallen limply to her sides and the weight around her torso had been lifted; she was distantly aware of a man's voice and the burning in her arms. Fighting out from under the blackout state, the young woman blinked several times, and the image swam into view.
The man named Mason was standing over her in a protective sort of way. As she watched, faintly confused, he strode over to the Asian girl. Slowly, stiffly, Moro climbed back to her feet, muttering a quiet thanks under her breath.
She wavered slightly on her feet. "What'd I miss?" she said drowsily. She let her arms fall to her sides and cringed with pain; upon further inspection, however, she was relieved to discover that the gashes to her arms were the extent of the damage. All that waits to be seen is if I turn.
She decided to keep this information to herself.
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Post by Tara Luketic on Jan 23, 2010 18:00:33 GMT -5
Tara looked from the slow-moving Keith to the drowsy Moro and back again, noting that they obviously needed rest and medical attention. Keith, however, was being stubborn, so he'd have to be fixed up when they found a safehouse. As for Moro, she looked like she'd accept a bit of help, and Keith hadn't used the medical supplies found in her bag. Smiling in a comforting way, Tara walked over and placed a hand on her fellow brunette's shoulder. "Hey, it's pretty quiet now. Why don't we fix you up real fast; just a quick fix to keep you going? I can wrap your arms for you, and I have a few pills to help with the pain," she offered quietly.
As she spoke, however, she tried to keep her gaze on Moro's face instead of her bloody arms. Tara was already feeling queasy from the amount of blood soaked into her hoody, and she'd have to use a ton of mental control if the other woman let her wrap her arms. 'Why do I have to get so sick when it comes to blood? Ergh, during the action it's easy to ignore. But when things quiet down...' she thought, grimacing.
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Post by Moro Ashford on Jan 24, 2010 14:16:23 GMT -5
With faintly glazed eyes Moro turned her attention to the other woman. "Yeah, that would...that would be great," she said, forcing a weak smile and tenderly shrugging out of her jacket. The darkened fabric clung to her sensitive wound, and the young woman grimaced through a point of extraordinary pain before her bare arms were exposed, a shredded mess of crimson. Gingerly she extended her wounds.
"Its uh...Tara, right?"
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Post by Tara Luketic on Jan 24, 2010 18:28:07 GMT -5
Tara smiled and unrolled what bandages were left, tearing the long strip in half so that each arm would get the same amount of coverage. Moro's arms would need to be cleaned, her wounds disinfected, and her arms wrapped more securely once they found a safehouse. Grimacing a little and trying to ignore the blood, she began wrapping the woman's arms with the bandages. "Yeah. And you're Mara... right? Sorry, I'm horrible with names." When Tara had finished wrapping the arms, she placed the almost empty pill bottle in Moro's hand and smiled shakily. "Here. These'll help."
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Post by Kameko Hoshi on Jan 24, 2010 20:50:30 GMT -5
The black-haired girl’s dark blue eyes narrowed as she listened to Roy’s explanation. She waved an absent-minded hand when he was done. “Yeah, my name is Kameko.” she told him. “I guess you’re right that it’s too long of a name to call out during a fight. Go ahead, call me Kami. I don’t really mind. It’s a cute nickname.”
She then turned as Mason who held her iPod out for her. Kameko really didn’t listen much when he was talking; all her attention was fixated on her precious music player. Without thinking she threw herself at the man and gave him a big hug.
“Oh thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” she cried happily. “I don’t care about the casing change! I’m just glad it made it after all!” She retreated and held up her iPod; looking at it as if an angelic light shone down and ‘Hallelujah’ could be heard in the background. “I’m sorry iPod! I’ll never throw you into a bunch of blood-thirsty zombies again I swear it!”
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Post by Mason Breaker on Jan 24, 2010 22:01:00 GMT -5
Mason really hadn't been expecting the sudden hug, or such a positive reaction. But what he did know, is that it was both a good feeling, and down right funny.
Giving a hearty laugh, he patted Kami on the back. "No problem, ma'am, just a former computer guy doing his pastime. "You ever have problems with it, you know who to see. And as for throwin' it into a Horde, I dun' think you'll eva' have to worry about that again, eh?"
Turning away from the young asian, he walked over to where he had left Moro, decideding to check and see if she was getting any help. As it happened, Tara was already there, but she was looking a bit quesy.
Clearing his throat as he entered the store, he walked over and stood next to Tara. "How's she lookin'? More importantly, can you walk? I'm willin' to help with that if you can't."
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Post by Roy Bivenmeijer on Jan 24, 2010 22:37:12 GMT -5
"Whatchu got on there that's so important, hmm?" Smirking impertantly, he watched Kameko freak out about the little bit of tech. "You listen to anything good?"
Laughing (and silently hoping that Kami didn't attract any more zombies with her shreiks of joy), Roy moved up to peer over her shoulder at the iPod. Not that it was hard to look over her shoulder, Kameko being about two heads shorter then he was.
"Yo Mason, is Moro alright over there?" Turning his attention from the little Japanese girl for a second, he thought it a good idea to make sure his support guns were doing alright. After all, one didn't survive long in a zombie infested helhole on their own...
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Post by Kameko Hoshi on Jan 24, 2010 22:57:12 GMT -5
Answering Roy’s question, Kameko began to skim through her iPod like crazy. “Hmm…let’s see. I have My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy, Lady Gaga, some country music even though I don’t really care for country but yeah, some Japanese music because I’m Japanese of course, All Time Low, Cute Is What We Aim For…” she trailed off as she realized Roy was now paying attention to Moro, Tara, and Mason.
Her inner chibi-self anime cried. Oh great! Now they must think I’m weird cuz I was talking to myself! Kameko panicked in her mind. While she was busy freaking over her iPod, she finally seemed to realize that Keith’s hat was still gripped firmly in her hand.
Locating the man she called, “Heads up Keith!” and threw the item towards him. (A/N: About time she gave him his hat back! XD)
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Post by Keith the Great on Jan 24, 2010 23:29:19 GMT -5
Still making his own way up the stairs, Keith turned back down when he heard the commotion over the iPod. All he could do was sneer; he’d never owned one, nor had he seen the need for that luxury. “If ya love i’ so mush, why don’ ya marry i’ an’ gimmie m’ hat back?” he called down, smirking underneath his scarf. As though on cue, he noticed his hat sailing back towards him. Feeling the same reunion joy as Kameko and her iPod, he snatched his hair-piece out of the air and immediately pulled it back over his head. Merely feeling the fabric over his head gave him a peace of mind.
Content in his appearance once more, he continued pulling himself up the stairs until he reached the top, where he stopped to hock a loogie down to the floor below. (He didn’t care if it hit anyone. It was just for the sake of it.) He then drunkenly wobbled his way over to the nearby Sports Authority where, if the graffiti was correct, a safehouse was located. How long it took the others to get there was none of his concern, but he’d kill for a sleeping bag.
Thankfully, the red door was bright enough for even his addled mind to register. Feeling quite pleased with himself, Keith stumbled his way over to the door using nearby shelves as support. (He stopped for a moment to snag a nearly-empty roll of gauze off one shelf, glad to be independent once more.)
The room was unsurprisingly empty, so Keith took his chance to snatch his own sleeping bag and park himself by the far corner. (Best to avoid being stepped on.) He took a few moments to remove his beloved hat and wrap what little gauze was on the roll around his head (just enough to go around his head twice and tie a small knot at the end) before tucking himself into the sleeping bag, reminding himself that he wasn’t camping in an army zone, and promptly taking the chance for some well-earned rest.
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Post by Tara Luketic on Jan 25, 2010 16:05:13 GMT -5
Tara jumped a bit when Mason suddenly appeared beside her, placing a hand on her chest and letting out a shaky breath. "Jesus, Mason, don't do that... She'll live, as long as she doesn't lose a ton of blood or get some nasty infection. I'm hoping that there'll be better medical supplies in the next safehouse. Other than that, she's good... I mean, we're all immune here, so no worry of becoming infected," she explained. Stretching out her back, she winced as pain shot through it in response and quickly bent over. "Ow ow ow ow... hssst... that wasn't the smartest thing to do..."
Tara grimaced, closing her eyes tightly for a moment to compose herself as the pain slowly faded back into a dull buzz. Sighing heavily, she straightened and sent a pained, sheepish smile Mason's way. "I'm still pretty sore from that Charger slamming me into the ground like a ragdoll, and I'll bet my back doesn't look too pretty right now. But I should be able to get to the safehouse well enough, and once I get out of this hoodie and get some pills in me I'll be right as rain. Thanks for the concern, though. I kinda missed it..." she answered sincerely.
Tara then turned and left the two, walking over to Kameko and grinning. "Nice pod, Kami. It's a Touch, right? I have a white Shuffle."
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